A/N: I know it appears like I'm an obsessed Twilight fangirl with my recent obsession with the two more popular sub-species from Meyer's books, but I'm not…I seriously had this dream the other night where I was engaged to Taylor Lautner and he could like smell me and I tried to get away and he just found me and for some reason it made me really excited…so I decided to develop it into a story…god I'm a perv…Enjoy

Chapter 1

I grew up in a small town. No, seriously, it was tiny. Like population 200 tiny. So everyone knew everyone else. Unfortunately, being an ancestor of one of the founders meant that you were pretty much the coolest thing since color TV. So, yeah, that was me: plain Jane, girl-next-door Maddie.

It went like this: my great-great-great-great grandfather moved out West before it was even cool. He settled in Wyoming with his family, and all of them had the deepest respect for the Native Americans around their home. He worked with them to maintain their homeland, keeping a sort of truce. As more settlers moved in, my four-times great grandpa held his end of the bargain and chased off anyone who might have caused the Indians harm. As a result, the chief, who was credited as the other founder of the town, arranged a marriage between my great-great-great grandmother and one of his sons. And, unfortunately, the bloodlines continue to intermingle today. Still in arranged marriages.

So, fast forward to now. Guess who gets to have the arranged marriage this generation? You guessed it! I do…I mean, can you think of any tradition more archaic than an arranged marriage in the 21st century? I mean, granted, a lot of religions and stuff still do it, but in America? Hell to the no.

And, as if that wasn't bad enough, it has to be to Tyler. I know, I know, you're probably telling me to hold the phone, wondering who the hell Tyler is. I keep forgetting you know, like, nothing about me or where I live. Okay, so Tyler is like the Jonas brothers/Robert Pattinson/Justin Beiber of my hometown. Are these analogies getting my point across?!?!?! He's the cutest, the smartest, the awesomest guy in the whole town. He is what every girl wants and the sad thing is, he doesn't seem to notice it. He's a nice guy too.

Now, you're probably all thinking I'm nuts by now. Who wouldn't want to marry a Jo-Bro or Edward of Twilight-dom? Well, unlike most teenage girls who fantasize marrying a celebrity, I don't think I deserve it. I'm unworthy, with my ratty dishwater blonde hair and blue eyes hidden behind Coke bottle glasses. And ok, so I've started wearing contacts, but still! Who decided that the most incredible guy at my little high school was stuck with me for all eternity? And who could handle that kind of pressure?!

No one knew, of course. It was preordained when we were kids in kindergarten. Supposedly, Tyler came home after the first day of school and told his parents that he wanted to marry me. They had laughed and asked why and he had said because I shared my chocolate milk with him at snack time and that made him happy. They thought he was kidding, but as the year progressed he came home every day, adding another reason to the list until they sat down with my parents and worked out the details. Crazy, huh? And we were the first couple to be matched from the original two bloodlines since the chief's son and my great-great-great grandma, thanks to other family members' kids and stuff…Double crazy…

Anywho, I'm a little spastic lately because I'm about to turn eighteen soon, and according to custom, our families are supposed to announce the engagement after both kids are legal. Tyler turned eighteen in September, so I am the hold-up. I'm not even sure if he still wants me. I mean, it had been thirteen years since the chocolate milk incident that stole his heart. What if he changed his mind and wanted a cousin of mine or something equally dumb? Eek…

And it's not like we were boyfriend and girlfriend or anything. We've dated other people…actually, we've only dated other people. We'd never been out together. We barely talk, like ever. He's just too cute, I freak out whenever we try. He's got all the dark traits you'd expect from someone who is nearly 100% Native American: dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. He's got this killer smile that makes pretty much anything female melt. And, I mean, without the glasses I looked like somewhat of a hottie, but next to him? NO way…

I am so screwed…

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